Quotes About Indifference

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, 'Well, that's Adrian.

But in reading all of the passages in which Jesus uses the word hell, what is so striking is that people believing the right or wrong things isn't his point. He's often not talking about beliefs as we think of them--he's talking about anger and lust and indifference. He's talking about the state of his listeners' hearts, about how they conduct themselves, how they interact with their neighbors, about the kind of effect they have on the world.

Nobody paid attention; they walked around or stepped over – except one woman carrying a baby, who stopped, kicked him carefully in face, then went down ramp.

I had come to realize that they either didn't care or wouldn't care. All that mattered to them was whether or not you were part of Boss's outfit.

Peace" is a condition in which no civilian pays any attention to military casualties which do not achieve page-one, lead-story prominence

I nearly drownded on the Big River back home, but I didn't. Instead, I come to love the river, though the river never loved me. That's how it was with this horse. Ever so splendid and mighty, but indifferent as running water.

You may be interested in why I am waiting for Adrienne to call." "I'm sure I don't want to know." "Do I detect coolness?" "You detect indifference. They are not the same.

Her face was focused and contained, as if she was concentrating on something more important than answering the door. She was slight, with dark eyes, a thin face, and prominent ears. She was wearing denim shorts, a light green blouse, and sandals. Her hair was damp, as if she wasn't long from the shower. Holman thought she looked like a child. She stared at him with curious indifference. "Yes?" "I'm Max Holman. Richie's father." Holman

The aftermath of creedal passion is cynical indifference followed by the return of conservatism; creedal passion holds government and society to standards that they simply cannot meet. Nevertheless, Huntington believes, creedal passion is at the core of America's greatness. By holding officials and institutions to impossible standards in a way no other country does, the United States has periodically

world won't shed a tear.

Ian shrugged like he didn't care, though his reddened face indicated differently. - 'Tis always the same. Either they're no' interested because they think I'm a child, or they are interested because they think I'm a child, which is even worse.

Shanna planted her hands on her hips. Getting drunk is not going to solve your problems. Aye, but t'will make me no' give a damn.(Robby)

It's spoken with a shoulder shrug, a side-to-side of the head, and roll of the eyes. It means: I can't even fathom your reality, but I've decided to just accept it and move on.

He thought they might be shy around him, but in the spirit of three-year-olds, they actually paid him no attention at all.

Honestly, Bessie? People don't care about anyone but themselves. They don't notice anything. They are never looking at what's interesting. They're always looking at themselves.

A life lived from the back seat, observed as it blured by. An indifferent life.

He scarcely knew who was battling whom, who was winning, who was losing, as though he hoped that by doggedly ignoring the war it would return the favor

Not that they give a damn in America, mind you. What do they care that Pashtuns and Hazaras and Tajiks and Uzbeks are killing each other? How many Americans can even tell one from the other? Don't expect help from them, I say. Now that the Soviets have collapsed, we're no use to them. We served our purpose. To them, Afghanistan is a kenarab, a shit hole. Excuse my language, but it's true.

they rarely look at Baba - the teenagers - and then only with cold indifference, or even subtle disdain, as if my father should have known better than to allow old age and decay to happen to him.

A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

If you look at things as they are, there does not seem to be a code either of man or of God on which one can pattern one's conduct. Wrong triumphs over right as much as right over wrong. Sometimes its triumphs are greater. What happens ultimately, you do not know. In such circumstances what can you do but cultivate an utter indifference to all values? Nothing matters. Nothing whatever...

If anyone thinks he has faith and yet is indifferent towards this possession, is neither cold nor hot, he can be certain that he does not have faith. If anyone thinks he is Christian and yet is indifferent towards his being a Christian, then he really is not one at all. What would we think of a man who affirmed that he was in love and also that it was a matter of indifference to him?

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.